Wednesday, 9 July 2014

Another sort of terrorist (after 5.00am series)

She listened through the keyhole
and heard heartbreak
A thousand sniffles and tears
and then there were none
The keyhole became her entire universe
for awhile
Through it she could feel their pain
bloom and spread
While her blood thundered
and pounded in her head

Where could she go?
How would people know?
Maybe a fresh start
somewhere else
would do her some good
Maybe she should shake up
the local bar to get her more food
Or was that Shake down?
Her vocabulary was odd.
She felt dizzy.
Through the haze
She shook her head sorrowfully
She hung her head and thought
macabre thoughts of their deaths

Before she could think
Or feel any further
a sound came from the door
She knew in a split second
that this was too much
All the drama and hurting
Despite the three
she had so brazenly attacked
and killed without pause

When the door
shuddered open suddenly
and the whole household
Stared reproachfully
at her senseless murder
of three of their own

She had eaten
their entire month's store
of three large jars of Nutella

Anne, do you think you could make rounds through others who post here this week (and even perhaps last week's)? As you indicate being deeply moved that people took the time to give you comments, so also would the rest of us appreciate you taking the time to comment on our work as well. Thank you.

Thanks everyone for the comments. I will be visiting everyone of course. Sorry Mary I missed a few last week and this week I have not started my rounds yet, except for several poets whom I have already visited the past days. :) will get cracking!

Ha! Give the lady her chocolate! Mmm...Nutella...my kids love it...and I admit, I kinda like it too...smiles. You really had me with this. I thought I was reading an intense drama and got caught up with the story...and then boom...nicely done.

ha! That was weird. My comment got lost when I hit 'publish'. I love the twist in the end. I was bracing myself for something tragic. I totally understand why she would kill all of those nutella jars. Nutella is the best, and when one is in an emotional turmoil and not able to consider the extra baggage implications of such a murderous spree, nutella gives the needed sweetness and comfort. :-)

I'll play catch up soon here. Come to think of it, I am playing catch up with everybody. :-)